Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.